Oh. My. GOD! I AM SOOOOOOOO SORRY THAT I HAVEN' UPDATED!!!! I've been super busy (AP European History. Math. AP Euro. Chinese. AP Euro. Need I say more?) and just, well, lazy and negligent. But I'm update now, aren't I? You all should feel special.

I know it's not much of an excuse, but that's life. Life's a bitch. If it were a slut, it'd be easy.

Anyway, after that nice littler (yet totally valid and important) life lesson, we now proceed to the chapter! Huzzah!

Hopefully the plot actually develops soon...

Dissing o' the claim: 'Nuff said.

Written while listening to the new Boys Like Girls cd, Love Drunk

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Well, after that little fiasco with Umbridge, things had simmered down for the rest of the day (I think....) and we now turn to our heroes as they sit in the common room doing homework, or, at least, that's what they're supposed to be doing.

"Ugh, what a-"

"Don't even think about it, Renji." Rukia scolded, whacking the poor recipient of her wrath over the head with the DADA textbook, which they had been using to write an essay for that class. Which is why Renji was about to call Umbridge a very unpleasant name before he was stopped by Rukia.

"Well, she is!" Renji retorted in a defensive tone, clutching the back of his head. I mean, seriously, the bogus book (as it shall hence be known) is heavy!

"I'm not going to deny that..." Rukia said, lowering the book/informational-resource/blunt-object/deadly-projectile, "But still..."

"Can we get back to the essay, please?" Hermione asked, trying to nip the fight in the bud.

"Ah! Yes, sorry." Rukia sat back down and opened up the book to the appropriate page and began writing. The common room was quiet for the rest of the evening.

Or at least as quiet as the Gryffindor common room can be...

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The week proceeded in a totally normal, totally uneventful way. History of Magic was boring, Transfiguration was difficult, Divination was rubbish, Defense against the Dark Arts was even more rubbish, Potions was taxing, Care of Magical Creatures was normal (but disappointing due to the lack of Hagrid), Charms was... well, charms, and Non-magical Defense was fun. What else would one expect?

It was all dull, to be quite frank.

"Something must be wrong with me." Harry said, banging his head on the table one perfectly dreary Sunday breakfast. (this story is probably gonna be really different plot-wise in all but the major events, because I'm too lazy to use my book as reference)

"What's up?" Orihime asked as they all took their seats.

"I need something exciting to happen. But that could be potentially dangerous and someone could get hurt. But I'm bored by all the recent dreariness." The boy-who-lived replied, his voice slightly muffled by the table.

"Hey, you're not alone." Ichigo said, laying a consoling hand on the boy's shoulder.

"But Harry, you should take advantage of this lull to live a normal life." Hermione said.

"I know. But in case you've forgotten, a large part of the school thinks I'm either insane or a murderer. Or both." Harry added.

"At least it isn't as bad as it could be." Ron pointed out, "And that's all thanks to our new friends." He slung an arm around Rukia's shoulder, only to get it shoved off immediately. Renji hid a snicker. (ugh, we need a plot...)

"I guess..." Harry relented, spooning some eggs onto his plate.

"Harry, Ron, remember, Quidditch practice today!" Angelina called to them and the boys nodded to show they heard her.

"Good luck with that." Ichigo grinned at the boys.

"Thaaaanks..." Ron gave Ichigo a half-hearted glare. '

"Hey, Ron, it'll be a nice break." Harry said, playfully nudging his best friend who was starting to let his nerves get the better of him- for a practice!

"As long as that woman doesn't do anything to ruin it." The red-head replied with a face. Yes, a face.

"Well, the rest of us have homework to do." Hermione informed, and said other people rolled their eyes, but the girl did have a point.

And breakfast continued to pass uneventfully.

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As did the following day.

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And week.

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And then, finally, one blissful sunny Friday. Something finally happened.

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"And does everyone understand?" Umbridge asked in her sickly-sweet-makes-you-want-to-freakin'-strangle-voice as she surveyed the classroom, looking over the students. Said students were, for the most part, barely staying awake due to the last hints of summer heat that drifted in lazily through the open windows, making the room just a tad too warm and drowsy, and it was also a Friday and everyone was looking forward to the weeked. To the end of the class, for that matter.

"I said-" Umbridge began in a much more forceful tone since she had received, but was cut off when a bone chilling roar was heard in the distance. "What in the world was that?" She demanded, her eyes narrowing. No one knew. No one, that is, except for four certain students, all of a sudden wide awake and sitting up straight due to the all too familiar sound.

"Hollow." The four all muttered simultaneously under their breath.

"What was that?" Umbridge asked/demanded. She had heard the whisper of the whispers in the silent room.

"A Hollow." Ichigo said, standing up, confronting the teacher.

"And what in blazes is that?" The Frog woman demanded.

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Yes, that is it. I know it's terribly, horribly short. But it's something, and that's better than nothing. Plus, I was running out of ideas and it was a good place to end. And a cliffhanger! Kinda... Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed it!

Please review, if you want to make the Authoress, being Mira cause Skye has kind abandoned this story, happy. Do it. Now.